Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.